Chapter 3
Carlo paced the small room off the courtroom, where he was being held until he was called as a witness. He could sense Walter watching him from his position beside the door and ignored him. At least until Walter said, “Sit.”
Carlo spun around. “I’m not a dog.”
“Sorry. Would you sit, please?”
Walter came toward him and Carlo wondered if he was intending to enforce his order. He considered telling him to go f**k himself.
“You’re tense, too tense. You need to relax.”
Carlo snorted. “What are you going to do, give me a massage?”
“If you think it would help, sure.”
“Are you licensed?” Carlo asked with a sneer. But he did sit, straddling the chair with his arms across the back.
Walter chuckled. “No, but I’ve been told I give a hell of a rubdown.”
“By who, all your ex boyfrien
